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I stare down at the ink on white paper, the words blurring as I roll the pen between my fingers . Hope . That strange feeling unfurling inside my chest, prompting me to smile more and sleep easier. That feeling that sends butterflies erupting in my stomach at the thought of being jubilant. That feeling that pushes me toward accepting my emotions and knowing— with everything of my being — that all is okay . It's blinding and soothing and so f*****g thrilling .
It's been two days since I last saw Riven, two days since I slept in his bed, next to him and every night following after, I've been yearning to fall asleep in his arms again . It's cringe how giddy I get when thinking about him . Never in my life would I have even imagined getting this overly excited over a boy, lest so o
